Elijah ate quickly, almost mechanically. After putting the dishes in the kitchen to clean when he got home, he grabbed his coat and gloves to leave. He was passing when he noticed Anthony hadn't touched anything. He sighed and stepped over, placing a small kiss on his forehead. "Please eat. You need your strength, you are so skinny I expect a strong breeze could knock you down. If it isn't good, I'll make you something better when I get home." He just wanted something in his life to go right. He waved and was gone.